Lay at peace under Gibraltar Road...
This road is not for walk nor drive,
But of sail, of wind and wooden bow.
Gibraltar road, not Tarmac,not stone, not kerb nor lines,
But a stretch of water between Giants, Of two different kinds.
To the north there is Europe, cosmopolitan and fine,
To the south is Africa, that\'s both wild, and aged in time.
Over this cup of water, both continents have fought,
for it is the gateway to the world, and riches be brought.
Gold and jewels were moved,along this water they\'d bring,
to castles and palaces, for both sultan and King.
So many gallons and ships, sit resting at its bottom,
of Gibraltar roads waves, cannon ball holes, they lay rotten.
Skeletons of men of so many different races,
lay inside their ruins, where once came from all places.
In a hundred years from now, men will search in this sea,
to learn what history was made, deep down here where I\'ll be.
This small stretch of water, between two opposing forces,
Was the reason so many ships, set out on their war courses.
Will they ever learn that musket and cannon,is not an answer,
But sharing and commerce, using time for mutual dancers.
This pouch of jewels by my side,may at last bring me peace,
As in life I was not kind, but in death will pay my release....